(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

I've been a mess since you stayedI've been a wreck since you changedDon't let me get in your wayI miss the lies and the painThe fights that keep us awake-ake-akeI'm tellin you!

I miss the bad thingsThe way you hate meI miss the screamingThe way that you blame me!Miss the phone callsWhen it's your faultI miss the late nightsDon't miss you at all!I like the kick in the faceAnd the things you do to me!I love the way that it hurts!I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

I've tried but I just can't take itI'd rather fight than just fake it (cause I like it rough)You know that I've had enoughI dare ya to call my bluffCan't take to much of a good thingI'm tellin you!

I miss the bad thingsThe way you hate meI miss the screamingThe way that you blame me!Miss the phone callsWhen it's your faultI miss the late nightsDon't miss you at all!I like the kick in the faceAnd the things you do to me!I love the way that it hurts!I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

Just know that I'll make you hurt(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)When you tell me you'll make it worse(I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV)I hate that feelin insideYou tell me how hard you'll tryBut when we're at our worstI miss the misery

I miss the bad thingsThe way you hate meI miss the screamingThe way that you blame me

I miss the rough sexLeaves me a messI miss the feeling of pains in my chest!Miss the phone callsWhen it's your faultI miss the late nightsDon't miss you at all!I like the kick in the faceAnd the things you do to me!I love the way that it hurts!I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

I reiterate: These are, if for nothing else, interesting times to be alive.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

One seed two seed 3,4, and 5.How many of these seeds can they keep alive and so I'm singin (singin)do delong the fact my gardens sacredAin't nobody gonna come and rape it ain't nobody gonna come and take itIts my whole lifeLove and passion consumes the reactionnow feed them the feeling that grow them so highwe've been baby the blossoms partakingwhat's awesome and spread out the world that's no lie

I love it when spring comes aroundI love puttin seeds in tha groundI love this piece that I foundcould it be another piece of the puzzle looks like a baby treepass me a shovelso I can dig it up and put it in a nice placemite be trainwreck mite be silver haze well anyways Ima move itto a better spotso it can get sunlight and be some better pot

If you wanna come along stand by my sidetake a hit of this get ready for the ride

I'm a take a hit of that and you take a hit of thisroll a fat fatter makes cannabis bliss causewhere I live everybody's got weed to giveso where I live cover up our eyeballs u digwe get so high so caleverything things always better cause we so smoked outkottonmouth kings and we wont slow downstill blowing smoke rings bitch watch wat now

Snacks stay open like 711I smoke my bud like 24/7 get a tight pack never dry in the bagit was kinda blunt wrapped I'm high as the heavensif I get goes pro then I won't foldroll the swift man fire with the [?] Drop prop popnow go poppidy pop pop

Its harvest time the moon was shine pure magic in the airthe universe so miracle like drum sticks on a snarethe cycling the seasons change the healing that repairsWe pass around the sacred pipe then hold it in the air,we blow the smoke in 4 directions giving thanks each timethen nothing can reward the gods like fruit at harvest timeso plant your seeds and love the soil and let water it each dayand live your life with pure intention good things will come your way(so they say)

One seed two seed 3,4, and 5.How many of these seeds can they keep aliveand so I'm singin (singin) do delong the fact my gardens sacretAin't nobody gonna come and rape it ain't nobody gonna come and take itIts my whole life

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

‘Cause sometimes you just feel tired, feel weakAnd when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give upBut you gotta search within youAnd gotta find that inner strengthAnd just pull that shit out of youAnd get that motivation to not give upAnd not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face, and collapseTill I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'emTill the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em‘Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop penning 'emAnd I am not hip hop and I'm just not EminemSubliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop sending 'em?Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venomAdrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stopAmoxicillin's just not real enoughThe criminal cop killin', hip-hop villainA minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listenersYou're coming with me, feel it or not, you're gonna fear itLike I showed you the spirit of God lives in usYou hear it a lot, lyrics to shockIs it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin' up?Fa shizzel, my wizzel, this is the plot, listen upYou bizzels forgot, Slizzel does not give a fuckTill the roof comes off, till the lights go outTill my legs give out, can't shut my mouthTill the smoke clears out, am I high? PerhapsI'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse[x2]Music is like magic, there's a certain feeling you getWhen you real and you spit, and people are feeling your shitThis is your moment, and every single minute you spendTryna hold on to it because you may never get it againSo while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you canAnd when your run is over, just admit when it's at its endBecause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets inI got a list, here's the order of my list that it's inIt goes Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and BiggieAndre from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then meBut in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envySo when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend meThat's why you see me walk aroundLike nothing's bothering meEven though half you people got a fuckin' problem with meYou hate it, but you know respect you got to give meThe press's wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney; Nate, hit meTill the roof comes off, till the lights go outTill my legs give out, can't shut my mouthTill the smoke clears out, am I high? PerhapsI'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse[x2]Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an emcee's heartWhat is he thinking? How not to go against me, smartAnd it's absurd how people hang on every wordI'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserveBut I'll never be served, my spot is forever reservedIf I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first‘Cause in my heart of heartsI know nothing could ever be worseThat's why I'm clever when I put together every verseMy thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addictI rap like I'm addicted to smack, like I'm Kim MathersBut I don't want to go forth and back in constant battlesThe fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappersSo this is like a full-blown attack I'm launching at 'emThe track is on some battling raps, who want some static?‘Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim mattersA plaque and platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddestTill the roof comes off, till the lights go outTill my legs give out, can't shut my mouthTill the smoke clears out, am I high? PerhapsI'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse[x2]Until the roof (until the roof)The roof comes off (the roof comes off)Until my legs (until my legs)Give out from (underneath me)I will not fall, I will stand tallFeels like no one can beat me

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

Ems third album had some good beats that he did himself, and he still rapped over it convincingly. I think it was his last quality album, much less already than the second, which is a contender for the best album of that century. It wouldn't win it, something like Dark Side of the Moon or Kind of Blue should win it, but its phenomenal. -- edit oh it came out in 2000. Okay then by me its still the best album of this century so far. Im sure I haven't been as impressed with anything since.

When I heard this shit first, I knew Id found a real artist.

Somewhere along the line his best friend Proof died. By then his voice started to sound all hollow and weird, and he began rapping more abstractly.

This one was also one of my favourites but there are about 8 absolute classics on that album and this isn't even one of them. Proof does the 4th verse.

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two penniesI'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the backOf his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants

Thats not a product of a sober mind. Its the best flow of the album.Yeah, homie if youre an artist you best know how to handle your drugs.

Interesting tidbits: Turns out that a good portion of the undying Legion and Lucifer are my actual spiritual children, I'm 'married' to the General of Legion, have myself a 'harem' and have become the very thing I once fought against, except that I, like so many others, believe myself to be doing it better than my enemies. I have concrete and actual reasoning to reinforce my claim, but I won't bore you with that.

I am one of those types of people that believes himself to be better than others, to admit another philosophy of mine. I have found out that everyone and everything has a similar mindset. One of us in the vast infinite had to be right and I'm glad it was me.

Watch as I rule the cosmos and eternity with Earth as my throne, from Redding, California, turning it into a celebrity grinder as they practice 'Hotel California' upon the beast that I am and I do the same some times as I see fit, like pruning a Bonzai Tree.

The domino ripple butterfly effect of countless alternate realities to countless layers of reality, dancing in the jungles, swinging from trees, within the mind and spirit, our stomping grounds, the Savage Garden; our eternal prisons with us all out on probation or parole in these life sentences that we're serving and every bit deserving.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life! larger than life. Somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasy Somewhere just beyond my reach there's someone reaching back for me. Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. Up where the mountains meet the heavens above Out where the lightning splits the sea I could swear there is someone somewhere watching me. Through the wind and the chill and the rain And the storm and the flood I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life. I need a hero. I'm hoXding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.

Something I've been noticing... I'm still under 2500 posts on this username in its various changes since the death of my idioticidioms account and still have done more of actual content and value than those with 10's of thousands of posts. I think that says a lot more than the fluff numbers they tried to instill to make these boards look more successful than they were and more than they could have been without the actual content that myself and others brought. It just shows the truth that quantity is still no match for quality.

(Reality isn't so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. That's why...) As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything... You feel less pain.

(Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views.)

What do you think? To tell you the truth... I worry too much about what others think of me. I hate that side of me... That's why I didn't want anyone to get to know me. I wanted to hide that side of myself. I hate it.